Quotes from Robin Hobb

Your mother was a good mate for Fitz. She gave him what he needed. But this is the woman I would have chosen for us.

Forgiving the Day. Even the youngest child could do this; all it required was looking back over the day and dismissing the day's pains as a thing that were past while choosing to remember as gains lessons learned or moments of insight.

I rode a horse, didn't I, when I had one? Was it because I was better than the horse that I bent it to my will? I'd used dogs to hunt for me, and hawks on occasion. What right had I to command them? There I sat, stripping the hide off a porcupine to eat it. I spoke slowly. 'Are we better than this porcupine that we are about to eat? Or is it only that we have bested it today?

We are marching toward death as soon as we are born. The only hope a man has is that his family line will remain, that his sons will go forward to father more sons, and that his name will be remembered by them.

Horns not grown, he swings his head in warning and still all take heed.

No man should be reminded that he has screamed in front of people who delighted in it.

Wintrow's words seemed to echo through his bones. Acceptance of what is. That is the shortest path to peace with yourself. This is wisdom. Does it hurt? Does wisdom hurt? Does peace hurt? Does acceptance hurt? … He could not answer. He was suffused with the boy's simple faith. It rushed through him, warm and reassuring. Of course, he was right. Acceptance. He could not doubt or deny it." P. 190 Kennit

No one truly understands a prophecy until it comes true.

And he is a Farseer," Dutiful suddenly interjected, startling both of us. "One whose vow to his family has already cost him many things. So, this time, as your prince, I command this, FitzChivalry Farseer. Keep your vow, to yourself. Be as true to your own heart as you were to Verity's, and to King Shrewd's before him. That is the command of your king.

When you speak in riddles, it exasperates me. Yet when you try to speak clearly of yourself, it frightens me.

I'd never been so hurt, and I couldn't tell if it was what he had said or how I had reacted to it. Stupid boy. Of course I'd get angry and demand to know who had said such horrid things.

Se tudo o que eu tivesse feito na vida fosse ter nascido e ser descoberto, ainda assim teria deixado uma marca em toda aquela terra, para todo sempre. Cresci sem pai nem mãe, numa corte onde todos me conheciam como um divisor de águas. E um divisor de águas eu me tornei.

Goodbye, FitzChivalry Farseer.

There are times when it is comforting to sleep with sunlight on your eyelids. And times when quiet talk at night is better than sleep, no matter how weary you are.

I know of nothing more warming than hot meat and tea and good fellowship.

You'll do well, if you don't mire in self-pity. Self-pity only gets you more of the same.

Wherever there is change, a clever man can find a profit.

It seems a fine tale, to hear you tell it that way, with none of the dirt and pain and misfortune." "It is a fine tale, even with the dirt and pain and misfortune.

I was sick of strife, and weary of being wary.

There's a difference between thinking an action is wise and doing it.

There is no path to the future, Fitz. The path is now. Now is all there is, or ever will be. You can change perhaps the next breaths in your life. But after that, random chance seizes you in its jaws again. A tree falls on you, a spider bites your ankle, and all your grand plans for winning a battle are for naught. Now is what we have, Fitz, and now is where we act to stay alive.

Fool. Stop. You gave me as much as you took from me." The look of abject apology on his face was making me uncomfortable. "Not really, Fitz. Not really." "You saved my life. More than once." "After endangering it, usually. Fitz. If you save a colt's life because you intend later to ride it into battle, it tinges the act with a high degree of selfishness.

I met her gaze; she looked at me as if she knew the answer to every mystery. I leaned in closer, taking in her scent, and the wolf in me leapt high. Mine. Suddenly she was obviously mine in every way. My club, to protect. Mine . From this moment, I would die rather than see harm come to her. Mine. The Wit told me this little spark of life burned strong. Tiny she was, she would never be prey. ~142

When had it become so ingrained in her to apologize whenever she wanted something for herself?